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"Mhm... just like that," Namjoon throws his head back in a trance, twisting his bottom lip with the side of his teeth as he fights himself from lifting his hips and meeting her warm lips. "Fuck, you're so good at this...

...good at everything you do."

He forces his eyes open to see you look up at him through your damped lashes, eyes brimming with moisture as you take him deeper. Namjoon hums with satisfaction, bringing down his right hand to wipe the mascara staining your cheeks with the pad of his thumb. "So so beautiful..."

And with his compliments, you hum, causing the vibrations to spread throughout his body. His breath is ragged, calculated, and counted at each of your licks. Namjoon's eyes are hooded, so close to shutting...

...but when you add the softness of your hands and the slow graze of your teeth around him, he almost jerks away from you and off the edge of his office desk with a hitched moan.

You push his muscular thighs back against the cold surface of the sturdy glass as you continue to bring him to his end.

"Shit..." he doesn't hesitate to bunch up your hair in a knotted ponytail. You can feel the tightness of his hold around your silky locks, and the aching of your scalp. "Y/N..."

"Fuck, don't stop..." He breathes heavily, sweat running down the side of his face as he shuts his eyes. "Y/N..." his muffled groans can be heard throughout the room. But just as he was about to reach his high, a blaring sound interrupts, and a sharp tone echoes in his eardrums.

What the hell...

"Ugh!" His body jerks from the mattress. The coldness of his room sends shivers down his spine as he rubs his lids with the back of his hand. He looks around his dark room, and that's when he realizes... his eyes widen in disbelief.

"Holy shit," he muttered under his breath before putting his hand over his parched mouth. He shoots up in his bed and realizes he's all alone in his room. His member throbs between his legs, shivers trailing his body. You're not here, but the orgasm has been real.

Namjoon falls back unto his pillows, staring blankly at the glass mirror that spans his entire ceiling.

I can't believe I dreamt of Y/N... and not just any dream, but a fucking wet dream.

As much as the scenes felt so real to him, guilt fills his empty stomach. He feels like he betrayed you in some kind of way... for having lewd thoughts about you like this. It's as if he has sinned for seeing you like that; on your knees and in between his muscular thighs.

Air is cold all around him as he brings a hand to his fevered forehead. His body is on fire as he looks under the thick, grey duvet hanging low around his waist. Sweat covers his bare torso and his face contorts with a grimace when he sees the patch of release he created.

He feels the need to jump in the cold shower and relax his body. He checks his phone on his bedside table. He's got an hour to prepare for the day, so he doesn't waste any time. Walking out of his room and into his massive bathroom filled with neutral colors of crystal stones and accents of dark colors, Namjoon removes his remaining undergarments and throws them into the laundry basket beside the door.

✧ ✦ ✧

Meanwhile, you're walking into the office with your bag and some files signed and ready for Namjoon. Today is a bit different since you decided to let your hair down, unlike the usual sleek ponytail you always opt for. You're wearing the cute burgundy blouse you received from your mother last year for Christmas. She said to wear it for good luck, and here you were, thinking there's no harm in believing.

Staff and employees are already greeting you with smiles and polite bows as you walk through the lobby. When you see Hana standing in front of the elevator with a plastic bag in her hand, a small smile curls on your tinted lips.

Just as you were about to greet her, she beats you to it. "Good morning, Miss Park!" She chirps enthusiastically, causing your grin to widen.

"Good morning to you too, Hana," you greet her back. "And as I've said before, you can call me Y/N."

"Oh, right. Sorry," The kind girl bows her head prompting you to reassure her with a pat on the shoulder. "I'm still getting used to it."

"That's alright." You say, motioning to the plastic bag in her hand. "Do you need any help?" You offer as you notice her struggling to carry some files against her chest.

"No, it's okay," She shakes her head, holding out the bag in front of you. "This is for you."

Your eyes dance with curiosity as you stare at her in awe. When you notice the beam in her eyes, your attention is drawn to the item in her hand. "Hm, what's this?" You take it with excitement.

"I baked some goodies and sweets," she says shyly, looking down at her feet. "I hope you like it."

"Oh, wow..." you exclaim. "Hana, this is so sweet of you. But you didn't have to."

Soon, the elevator door opens, and you both enter, squeezing between people. You turn to face Hana, who is already smiling at you.

"It's no big deal. I just wanted to show my gratitude."

"Well thank you. I will definitely enjoy this."

✧ ✦ ✧

He's late.

He's never late. A few of his business partners and investors are already waiting for him inside the conference room as you dial his phone for the sixth time.

'Where is he?'  You try to compose yourself with all the chattering and complaints coming from the inside of the room. You bite your bottom lip anxiously, and debate if you should shoot him a message on his personal phone number.

You've never used it before. Never felt the need to, even in situations where you needed to reach out to him, it was never an option for you. You avoided having to reach him through his personal contact. Although he's never prohibited you from doing so, you choose not to.

But now that you aren't able to reach his business phone, you're left with no other choice but to swallow your pride and shoot him a message.

+82-xxx-xxxx

Sir, we need you back at the office ASAP. Investors are waiting for you.-Assistant Park

You watch as your message gets delivered. And not a minute passes, he shoots you back with one.

< Stuck in traffic. I'll be there in a bit. Please stall for me. ❤️

You choke on air when you see the red heart he's sent you. You can feel your heart jump erratically for whatever strange reason... and you can feel your face and ears heating up. Nervously biting your lips, you let your fingers hover over the screen before you're interrupted.

"Y/N, are you alright?" Somi appears in front of you with a skeptical expression. You gulp and nod your head, unable to meet her eyes. "You're red," she observes and you quickly fan yourself.

"Ah, no. It's a bit stuffy inside. I had to step out for a while."

"Oh," she nods and doesn't doubt your reasons. "By the way, have you gotten hold of the CEO?"

You nod your head at her, "He's just caught up in traffic. He'll be here soon."

✧ ✦ ✧

"And that concludes our meeting for today," you jerk from your seat as Namjoon's deep voice fills the room.

"Again... I apologize for any inconvenience I may have caused. You can assure everything will run smoothly from now on," he announces.

The investors gather their belongings before filing out of the room. You shake hands with each one of them, whispering to Namjoon before they can even near you.

"...this one is Mister Wang," you mumbled before politely smiling at the handsome man. "From Shanghai," you conclude before another one of the investors emerges.

"That one is the wife of Mister Jung..."

Namjoon hums, straightening his suit as she walks towards both of you. "It's lovely to see you here today Miyeon." The man opposite you greets her with greater zeal.

'Oh, they were on a first-name basis,' you note to yourself with a strained smile. This was news to you, you had no idea Namjoon was close to Jung Hoseok's wife, a friend of his from college.

The young woman in her mid-20s doesn't spare you a glance. "Well, someone had to come and support the children of Gwangju," she says lightheartedly. You see the passion in her eyes, and you know that she's being genuine. "I thought it'd be better if I got involved in this one."

She's stunning and kind, and Namjoon couldn't agree more as he grins broadly at her, revealing his dimples.

"Hoseok is more than lucky," Namjoon mumbles.

The young woman blushes and places a hand on his shoulder before engulfing him in a hug. Namjoon reciprocates, and they remain that way until you clear your throat.

"Please, excuse me..." You offer them a smile before quietly gathering your things from the table. Their eyes are on you until you disappear out in the hallway and to the cafeteria.

✧ ✦ ✧

"I swear, that will be my first and last blind date..."

"Was it that awful?"

"It's the worst!"

You're laughing at Somi before the clearing of a throat interrupts you from behind. Your smile slowly fades when you look over your shoulders, and find your boss, looking godly as ever... but with a nasty glare.

You thickly swallow your bibimbap in one go and wipe the sides of your mouth.

"So is this what we're doing now, instead of getting things done?" His face remains stoic as he focuses on your confused expression.

"I, uh..."

"...was having lunch," Somi finishes for you.

"I wasn't talking to you, Miss Jeon." Namjoon snaps. "Lunch was over two minutes ago."

You both look down at your wristwatch and finally notice the empty cafeteria. Everyone already went back to their designated positions, while you, on the other hand, lost track of time.

You were about to explain when Somi heads off, practically speed walking back to her cubicle. You hold your breath nervously, waiting to get scolded.

"Don't tell me you're getting lazy."

You snap your eyes to him. "No, of course not, Sir. I just lost track of time."

"Had fun gossiping?"

Your face twists with offense and he can clearly see that. It's self-evident. He knows the way your face molds with each and every one of your emotions. No matter how hard you try, you can't hide it.

"No, Sir." You flatly respond. "I don't spend time on things that don't benefit me."

"Is that right?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Alright then," he pushes his tongue against the inside of his cheek before he turns his back on you. "I want you in my office." He says.

You hesitate for a second, following his figure with your eyes. His black slacks are tightly hugging his long legs, and it makes you wonder how much time he spends in the gym. His slicked-back hair is slowly growing out into a mullet, but he looks even younger compared to most men you knew.

"I said. Now."

You snap from your daydream at the sound of his raspy voice.

"Y-yes, Sir." You call out, hurriedly cleaning up after yourself as you stumble after him.

✧ ✦ ✧

With the ache on your feet and ankles, you slowly walk over to him with a few documents in hand. He adjusts the glasses on the bridge of his nose before looking up from the brightness of his computer.

"This one is twenty pages long, Sir." You inform him and give him a pen to sign with. He takes it from you and your head back to the elegant couch in his office, where half of your papers are sprawled out.

"You can go home now if you want," he says, his voice less energetic than before. "It's past your shift. I don't want to overwork you," You're not sure if he meant to sound harsh, but when you chug another cup of coffee, he doesn't bother to look up.

"I'm alright, Sir." You fight the urge to let out a yawn you've been holding for quite some time. It was nearly midnight, but you reasoned that it would be easier to get things done with two people. "We'll get things done faster if I stay to help."

"I can do this myself, I'm used to this."

"So am I," you say matter of factly. "That's why I'm staying."

Namjoon's gaze is finally drawn to your slouched figure on the couch. He takes off his reading glasses to get a better look at your face. "You're stubborn, I hate that," he sighs, scratching the side of his neck. You cast a glance down at the floor, resisting the urge to smile at his words.

Damn it. You don't know why you feel like this. Perhaps you're acting this way due to exhaustion... or it must be the coffee!

Just as you were about to speak, your growling stomach speaks for itself. You immediately flush with embarrassment. Namjoon stares at you amusingly before he lets out a chuckle.

He stands up, grabs his jacket from the back of the chair, and walks up to you. "Let's go."

"Where to?"

"To do some work."

"Oh... can't we do that here?" You furrow your brows in confusion.

"We'll finish this at my place," he says and heads for the door, leaving you speechless in your spot.

✧ ✦ ✧

"Seriously, cup noodles for dinner?" You deadpanned at the sight in front of you. You didn't want to sound ungrateful, but you knew you could always level up your dishes.

He scratches the back of his neck idly. "That's all I know how to make."

"Well, it's good that I'm here," you chuckle, walking to his side.

He watches as you take a pan and some knives from his drawers you know by heart. It's a shame Namjoon doesn't cook because his kitchen is almost the size of your apartment complex, with everything organized for him and ingredients you've only seen on cooking shows. His home was fully equipped with everything he could possibly need.

You'd love to have a kitchen like this someday.

And you're not surprised. Of course, he had chefs come over whenever he wanted. He didn't have to worry about going hungry.

"Do you know what you're doing?" He questions.

You simply hum, attempting to roll the sleeves of your blouse. Namjoon notices your struggle and does it for you. You ignore the strange sensation in your stomach and watch him as the veins in his hands reveal themselves. The silver rings and bracelet make his skin appear tanned in the lighting, and you don't realize you're staring until he clears his throat and steps aside to allow you to move freely.

"I got a degree in Culinary arts," you say.

He must have been taken aback by his wide-eyed expressions and inquisitive gaze. "What, since when?"

"Uh, a few years back when we stayed in Europe for a business deal."

"You got it there during those years of going back and forth?" He interrogated, and you casually nod your head, bringing attention back to your task.

"I can't believe I'm hearing this just now," he deadpanned, leaning his body against the counter as his tired eyes follow your every move.

You catch him yawning with the corner of your eyes, and you instantly hasten your pace around the kitchen. "I'm sorry, this won't take too long. Just hang in there."

He chuckles cutely before walking off. "It's okay, I'll be right back after I change and take a shower," he informs you. "Feel free to use whatever you need in here."

"OK, this will be done in twenty."

"Perfect."